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Post by Crowley on Dec 6, 2011 0:47:15 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow. "A feline Frenchman, apparently."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 6, 2011 0:50:05 GMT -5
"Sometimes I'm a Frenchwoman, too, apparently."
He'd already worn enough women's clothing in the last week to get that point across, though he hadn't seemed to be altering his presentation much between the times he put on makeup and sprayed on rose perfume and wore dresses and heels and the times he hung around in worn denim and a wifebeater. He was pretty much the same Adrien in spite of everything.
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Post by Crowley on Dec 6, 2011 0:54:18 GMT -5
"True, true. A feline Frenchperson. Classy no matter the gender," he said, kissing Adrien's cheek.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 6, 2011 0:56:07 GMT -5
"You are so sweet-"
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Post by Crowley on Dec 6, 2011 0:57:19 GMT -5
He laughed. "Only sometimes. You caught me on a good week."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 6, 2011 1:01:34 GMT -5
"Oh, I found your weakness," he laughed, setting aside his champagne. "There are no bad weeks."
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Post by Crowley on Dec 6, 2011 1:03:07 GMT -5
"Untrue. Some weeks I'm very cross. You don't know my life," he teased.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 6, 2011 1:05:12 GMT -5
He kissed the tip of his nose.
"That's your great secret. You love 'em and leave 'em so no one knows how soft you are."
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Post by Crowley on Dec 6, 2011 1:08:15 GMT -5
He faked a smile at that. It was so, so true. That just wasn't fair.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 6, 2011 1:10:38 GMT -5
His hand slid downward under the water.
"Given value of that, of course-" he said, flashing him a smirk and bursting into fresh laughter.
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Post by Crowley on Dec 6, 2011 1:21:07 GMT -5
He made a far less dignified noise than he would've liked and splashed Adrien teasingly.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 6, 2011 1:23:12 GMT -5
Adrien kissed him.
"...next week'll be like this one, won't it, Crowley?" he asked, settling against him, peering up through pink lenses with a hopeful grin.
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Post by Crowley on Dec 6, 2011 1:29:27 GMT -5
He smiled, putting his arm around him. "I'll do my best."
He was now very aware of how attached he was becoming to Adrien. He didn't like it, and he wasn't sweet, he was a demon. Adrien seemed to be under the impression that he was this nice English chap who'd somehow come into a large sum of money. What was he supposed to tell Adrien his job was? And he couldn't go on with the sunglasses thing forever. This was getting out of hand very, very quickly.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 6, 2011 1:31:44 GMT -5
Adrien just stayed nestled against him and decided this was a good time to bring back the champagne, so he moved a little to his side, lifted the glass, and sipped carefully, with another smile up at Crowley.
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Post by Crowley on Dec 6, 2011 1:44:03 GMT -5
"Should I turn the jets on?"
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